Well I've been aching for someone. I barely met. and I've been begging for something. I'll never get. and I've been tracing the footsteps. of fallen men.
The old returns while the new can bore. Because you're the one who fell. Into your self-created Hell. We wanted out. . It took time to realize. It's a chore to recognize.
He said: patience is the key to. For a change to ensue. Warm the arctic cold. And drop down. To the ground. Wait for the sound. Of the cold. . Take these words.
(Verse 1). Stone by Stone. I constructed a cathedral. Stone by stone. built it up and wrecked it down. Stone by stone. everyone is looking to wear the crown.
I have felt like a quitter. Lately I have purposely been bitter. With loneliness. . I have been cursed by procrastination. Lately I haven't met my expectations.
Take a look around, all things green and brown. They are here to stay. The people walking by, buildings built so high. They'll be gone someday. . A piercing sound so loud takes over the crowd.
Pessimistic, yes, it may seem. But if you'd been there, you'd know what I mean. The struggle and suffering that won't go away. . It won't go away. It won't go away.
I am not the one to blame. We are all part of the problem. Damper your complaints. We are all, we are all to blame.
Sitting in the sand, watch the tide roll up. Take a deep breath in as your past fades out. Let everything else just fade into the horizon. . When the planets stop spinning and the music stops.
I harmonize with a million screaming laughs. That haunted those before us. Preaching symphonies while the chorus yelled, "Unity". It's based on facts, it's based on facts.
Distorted and complicated. I'm sorry but it's over. Essential to awaken. How moving. Here we are. That's what it's all about. I'm sorry but it's over.
I think I'm awake, rolling on my blanket. I am sinking into the bed, light around me. Beautiful washes of pulsating color. Buzzing white noise, it sounds like one hundred bees.
It makes me wish I was a banger. I'd come and retaliate. I tend to avoid impulsive gangster attitudes. 'Cause they will blind you. . It's gonna eat you up, it's gonna drag you down.
I can't even concentrate on this. It's over thought, anticipated. The pen ink is running dry. It's been thrown to paper and wasted. Creativity has been blocked and over tasted.
I'm the addict on the corner. I'm the lawyer in the tower. I'm the body with the coroner. No, the leader with all the power. You're the pillow, the cool side.
Here we go down that same old road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same old road again. A memory, a regret, a hope.
Here we go down that same ol' road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same ol' road again. . A memory, a regret, a hope.
There's a way, a way to get out of here. To escape these storms and find some shelter. To rid of your darkness, to rid of your boredom. . There's somewhere, somewhere that you can go.
She's to blame I'll erase routine,. With a spark to ignite the flame,. And in this struggle of guilt to tame,. It's freedom I'll obtain,. She tied me up,.
So you say. So you said it right. So you say. So you said it right. . Waiting below. The sun's getting brighter. Downstairs, I dwell. . So you say. So you said it right.